OSCAR




See the infant face, half nestled into adoring Mother's caress,
eyes give gentle flicks, lips purse with heart melting finesse,
eager sudden kicks.

The merest touch, reveals a tiny velvet form of flawless skin,
which only a divine cast, would dare such perfection to begin,
never to be surpassed.

Eyes now open, he bestows upon the world a wondrous thing,
with a baby's guile, he makes the soul dance and sing,
with a single smile.

You'll ever be loved, though the years will bring light and shade,
trials lost and won, times that will shine and times that will fade,
for you are our Son.

THE OLD MAN




It is sudden, that moment when I see his face with furtive eye,
when fate reveals, those story book features that could never lie,
that bowed head often conceals.

What is hidden, it is precious, not made or found by human hand,
not material treasure, it's found in children playing on the sand,
a life of simple pleasure.

For he knows, he fought for wealth, loved all that he'd obtained
always the extra mile, yet one thing from his grasp ever remained,
that was how to smile.

It is fickle, the wheel of Fortune,with its callous heart so deft,
so it started to spin, destroying his life til nothing more was left,
no longer could he win.

I sit a while, powder blue eyes, flashing beacons tell of his peace,
looking at him now, he says “learn to smile or happiness will cease,
it's easy when you know how”.

SOUNDS OF CHILDREN


Sounds of Children, frantic in the school yard, ignited
by the first spring gales, their voices shrill and excited,
acting out imaginary tales.

Playing on a warm beach, content,
the magic of sea and sand, until they're completely spent,
a towel wrapped happy band.

Gathered round a story teller, wide eyes
reveal wonder and awe, the gasps, whispers and gentle sighs,
always wanting more.

Seeking answers about the world, asking,
questions ever more deep, grown-ups in adulation basking,
wishing they'd finally sleep.

Talking together without adults, stating
views, standing their ground, falling out but never hating,
their feet already found.

When they're sad or worried, crying,
in need of love and a hug, safe in strong arms lying,
will ever a heart tug.

The sound of Children at play or at rest
is the sound of Life at it's very best.


EDGE OF WINTER IN SPRING WOOD

Winter forays forth with silent breeze,
only icy chills reveal its presence,
seeking the land to quickly freeze,
yet no spite lies in its essence..

The Spartan branches to me reveal
slim faint lines of crystal white,
where frost now starts to steal,
all the colours from my sight.

Like a Virus it starts to take
for itself this once lush space,
a kingdom of Cold so to make,
with frost Drape Trees like Lace

With languid glance at the path
ever stoic amongst the Trees
I realise that Winter's Wrath,
which spirits away the leaves,

couldn't ever lay to waste
the Wood with snow or rain
for always will it be replaced
when Spring returns again.